


How the Petals Fall

by ClosetGeek



Category: Game of Thrones (TV)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, F/M, Fairly Canon Compliant, Witness Protection, finally the character deaths are up to me and not George RR Martin
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-03-20
Updated: 2018-03-25
Packaged: 2019-04-05 08:10:00
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage
Chapters: 2
Words: 5,906
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14039925
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ClosetGeek/pseuds/ClosetGeek
Summary: Not long after Arya’s fifteenth birthday her mother went missing. Neither her or the other Stark children know what became of her. Over the past few years they have been able to move along with their lives, but after their father is targeted by possibly the same people who took their mother how will the family move past this? With the children scattered across Westeros will Ned be able to protect them himself, or will he need help from the witness security program?





	1. Prolgue

Arya stood there mouth agape as she held the phone tightly to her ear.

  
Her father was calling, telling her to grab the bare necessities and to drive to an address he sent to her phone, and no this was not a joke. She was not to ask any questions and was to follow any instruction that the people she met gave her. She would be meeting a young woman named Brienne and was not meant to trust anyone but her.

  
If she was being honest Arya had no clue what was happening, and when she asked her father, Ned told her that their business was not something to be discussed over the phone. Brienne would tell her everything she needed to know when the time was right.

  
When she asked what was happening to Sansa and her other siblings who were away at school he told her not to worry and that they were being dealt with as well. They were all scattered across the country and would be just fine, just as she would be if she would get doing what she was told. Ned loved his daughter, but boy did she have a habit of ignoring orders.

  
As Arya was about to start her car, preparing to ask her father one more question, she received a clipped but sincere I love you. Then the line went dead. It was official, something was wrong. She was finally panicking, something she hadn’t done in years, not since her mother went missing. ¬¬With quivering hands, she turned the key over and started the ignition. She placed her foot on the pedal and slowly made her way down their long dirt driveway. As she pulled to a stop at the very end where the dirt met pavement her cellphone instructed her to take a right. Arya followed the seemingly endless instructions for hours until she pulled up to her destination: a small warn down warehouse by the Northern border. She saw a van attempting to be hidden between the building the forest, the fading daylight making it barely a shadow. She turned off the car and opened her door, closing it quietly behind her as she felt eye stalking her every move from somewhere. Nervously she walked towards the side door that lead to the first floor of the warehouse. As she tentatively took another step inside, the door shutting behind her, Arya’s vision was floored by complete darkness. She called out to the darkness around her a few times and she felt her way down the long hallway hoping her hand didn’t get snagged on something sharp. She went on doing this for a little while longer until her chest hit something solid in front of her. Reaching out she felt her fingers curl around a door handle which she turned and pushed open slowly. Once fully inside the new room Arya saw a small candle illuminating what looked like an office through another door across the room.

  
Arya made her way across the floor as quiet as a cat and looked inside the tiny window on the door to the office. Within the small room she saw a large woman with beach blonde hair. She was wearing what looked to be a business suit. She was sitting on the warn down desk pressed up against the back wall. As if the woman felt Arya watching her, her eyes snapped up. Briefly meeting Arya’s own before she stood up and reached for her something at her hip, most likely her pistol. Arya heard the lock click and the door swung open, she was quickly looking up at the barrel of a gun. Her eyes went wide, and her knees began to shake underneath her. The woman must have realized her mistake and dropped the gun immediately, dragging Arya into the compact room. Arya stumbled forward, barely able to catch herself before she slammed into the same wooden desk the unnamed woman had been sitting on just moments ago.

  
The two women stood there staring at one another for a bit longer before Arya asked if the intimidating woman’s name was Brienne. Upon introducing themselves Brianne immediately moved into action. Grabbing her gun from her hip again and motioning for Arya to follow closely and quietly behind her. Arya wanted to do nothing more than ask Brienne questions about what was going on with her father and where they were going, but she knew it was wise to keep her mouth shut and follow along.

  
They finally made it outside where it had fallen into complete darkness as the evening was officially there. The pair walked to the van Arya and Brienne both getting into the back. Arya was surprised to see a large burly man sitting in the driver’s seat. His practically orange beard glistened as the moonlight bounced off of it from inside the vehicle. Astonishingly, instead of pulling forward and onto the road, the man put the van in reverse and slowly backed into the woods. They slowly moved in reverse for a minute or two before he flipped the headlights on. They were nestled on a very small path in between a few trees. Arya could see the path they came down in front of her, and what she guessed was the path they were going to take to her right. The man in the front, Tormund, as Brienne called him, pushed the pedal once more and started driving down a steep and narrow path. Arya’s hands dug into the leather seats for dear life and they moved what she thought was a little too quickly down the incline. Brienne looked at her and gave a halfhearted smile before she pulled out a cellphone and made a call. Saying something along the lines of the package was received safely. Arya took the liberty to guess that she was the supposed package and huffed an annoyed sigh into the window.

  
They had been traveling for what Arya imagined had to be at least an hour until Tormund pulled up to a garage in the heart of The Riverlands. If she were to guess Arya would say they were in The Twins if the fairly large brick building blinking the words Frey Corp. were any indication.

  
They were sitting outside the garage for mere seconds before the door wise sliding up and Tormund was driving inside, the door shutting immediately behind them. Arya was ushered out of the van and into an elevator before she could even ask Brienne what was going on. By now she should know at most what was happening and if her father was okay. Her panic had subsided into a dull headache a few hours ago, but that didn’t stop the worry from gnawing at the back of her mind.

  
After stepping off the elevator Arya saw a large group of people walking around and speaking in hushed voices, but when they spotted her the came to a quick halt. Brienne eyed all of them and even shot a few glares before taking Arya’s arm and dragging her into a fairly large room off to the left of the building. The two were quickly surrounded by floor to ceiling windows and stood on dark hardwood floors. Brienne lead the younger girl over to a small couch on one side of the room and asked her to sit down. She explained that recently her father had decided to go ahead with a business operation with the Lannisters, and that it had fallen through. She said that Ned knew the Lannisters were difficult to do business with, and a lot of times settled on doing the shifty thing rather than hold the respectful bargain, but that this was a business deal he could not turn down. Arya knew that business had been tight lately, but she didn’t think her father would ever willingly do business with the Lannisters, she figured her father’s friend Robert must have convinced him to do so. Nonetheless, the Lannisters tried to pull out of the deal and screw the Stark’s business over. Instead of being compliant, Ned decided that he wanted to confront the Lannisters on their choice. He always had to be so honorable and noble with his business. Brienne went on to explain that her father had been taken captive by the Lannisters and was currently be held for ransom. Arya’s breath caught in her throat and she started to go into shock. Brienne calmed her down and explained to her that they were doing everything they could to get him back. Arya expressed her confusion about having spoken to her father earlier in the day, and Brienne informed her that her father contacted all of the kids as he was outrunning the Lannisters in his car. It was starting to become too much for Arya to handle, but what surprised her the most was when Brienne informed her that she would have to go into the witness protection program along with the rest of her siblings just to be safe. After all they didn’t know what the Lannisters were willing to do in order to get their share of the money. Arya was about to protest just as a young man knocked on and then proceeded to walk through the door, and for the last time that day Arya heard Brienne speak;

  
“Arya, this is Gendry. He’ll be the one looking after and protecting you until things are sorted out with your father.”


	2. One

Arya had tried asking the new man a few questions regarding the rest of her family, but unsurprisingly he wasn’t able to give her any information. He said he knew where the rest of her siblings were and that they were safe, but other than that he could not say anything else because of his oath. Arya really shouldn’t have been surprised. She didn’t even know this man, she couldn’t even remember what his name was, after all Brienne had only said it once.

“When you’re ready Miss Stark we’ll head out.” The young stranger insisted, Arya just sent him a glare and stood up.

“Don’t call me Miss Stark, it sounds like you’re talking to my mother.” That statement stung for a moment, but Arya pushed past the pain and continued talking. “I’m ready now, there’s nothing holding me here.”

The man nodded and moved to grab Arya’s bag for her, but she swatted his hand away and picked it up herself, insisting she could carry her five belongings herself. The man nodded his head stubbornly and moved to hold the door open for her. Arya rolled her eyes but sauntered past him nonetheless, her eyes scanning the room for Brienne. She wanted to say her goodbyes to the nice woman, but she ran out of time when her new watchdog moved past her and gestured for her to follow along. Arya did follow, but she took her time doing so just to irritate the man. Could you blame her? She still had practically no clue what was happening with her family, and they expected her to just follow them around like a lost puppy. That wasn’t her. Arya liked being in control of her own destiny, she hated when people tried to run her life. Now here she was, her hand being forced. If she had a say in the matter she would be out there herself looking for her father, not running scared with her tail between her legs. She was the wolf not the scared little hen. But this is what her father asked her to do, and if there was one person she listened to other than herself it was him, and if there was anything she could do to help while under the protection of the government she would do it.

The man whose name she couldn’t remotely remember lead her to a black Camaro on the other side of the garage where they parked the van. Once again, he held the door open for her and she crawled inside the small space, setting her small bag between her feet on the floor while the man walked around to the driver’s side. He got in and turned the key, putting his seatbelt on in the process and looked over to check that Arya had hers fastened as well. Arya made a show of pulling on it enough for him to see before she rolled her head to look out the window. The man let out a light chuckle and slid his foot on the gas and pulled up to the garage door, driving the car outside and on to the street once it opened. Arya watched his reflection in the window. He seemed to be contemplating turning on the radio if his hand hanging in midair was any indication.

“You can turn it on if you want.” She offered quietly, her head not moving from its current position.

“Thanks,” he offered just as faint. He cleared his throat and began to speak again, “I’m sure you want to know, but just haven’t asked yet since the questions you tried to ask earlier got shut down. We’re headed to the Stormlands, I thought about taking you back to The North, but there is a chance of people recognizing you there. The Stormlands are similar, so hopefully it will feel somewhat like home. We’re going to stay at my place, I have an apartment in the city. I can tell you don’t want to be doing this, and that you most likely don’t care to hear it, but I really do hope everything gets worked out with your father and you’re able to go home safe.”

Arya lifted her head and looked at him, his ice blue eyes standing out in the dark of the night. “Thank you.”

She wasn’t sure when she had fallen asleep, but she was being woken by her bodyguard outside of what looked to be a small hotel. There sign on the roof was blinking in yellow letters, Crossroads Inn, the flashing was making Arya dizzy.

“Arya you’ve got to get up. I got a hotel room for the night, come on let’s get inside.” Arya got out of the car sluggishly and waited for him to lead the way. She must have looked confused because the man gave her the sheet of paper she was holding and continued walking. Looking down at the sheet she read, ‘Crossroads Inn we know you’ll enjoy your stay!’ Upon looking over the rest of the sheet she noticed a name at the top, Gendry Waters, she tried her best to let that sink into her mind the best she could as they walked up to one of the many doors on the floor. Looking at the number it looked like it was mean to read thirty-seven, but with half of the three gone and the seven starting to peel, it could be anyone’s guess if they were at the right room. Gendry unlocked the door and moved to the side so Arya could fit through; the room was small and had one bed and a couch against the wall. Arya set her stuff against the wall and moved to lay on the couch when Gendry stepped in her way. “Nope, you’re taking the bed.”

Arya wanted to protest, but she knew Gendry was just trying to be nice, and after the long day she’d had she didn’t feel like arguing. So, she turned on her heal and crawled into the bed after she slipped her sneakers off. It was nearing the end of summer, and even with the covers pulled over her Arya started to shiver. Suddenly there was a weight put over her, and she let out a gentle sigh. It didn’t take much for her to fall back into a restless slumber.

When Arya woke up the next day a sliver of sunlight was fighting to break through the curtains. She sat up and leant against the wooden headboard behind her and scanned the room. Gendry was sitting up on the couch scanning his laptop, but he looked up when he felt Arya’s gaze on him. Arya hadn’t paid him much attention yesterday but looking at him now she could see that he was a fairly large man. He didn’t stand over six foot, but his muscles and the definition in his shoulders set him apart from many of the men she met before. His shoulders were even broader than Jon or Robb’s. That thought had her blinking back tears. She hoped they were all okay; no amount of reassurance would ever compare to seeing them unharmed with her own eyes. She stood up and grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom.

Gendry watched her grab her things and head toward the bathroom. He wanted to ask how she was holding up so far, but last night gave him the impression that she didn’t want to talk about it. Arya seemed like the type of person who kept many of their emotions hidden from everyone else and bottled them up inside. He wished she wouldn’t because after having dealt with other clients who tried the same healing mechanism it never seemed to work out. If thing ended up going wrong the floodgates will all come crashing down at once and it will be hard to adjust back to normal life, but something gave Gendry the impression that Arya Stark was different than the rest. Yes, it looked like she was hurting, but it also looked like she was ready for revenge. Almost like she was creating some sort of hit-list in her mind of the people she was ready to pay back for more than just kidnapping her father. Gendry knew that her mother had disappeared awhile back and that they hadn’t had been able to solve her disappearance, but he had always had a sneaking suspicion that the Lannisters had something to do with it. They were always meddling with the competition and what better way to do so than disorienting one of their biggest rival companies by kidnapping the owner’s wife? Gendry had proposed this, and they actually did go and search around, but in the end there just hadn’t been enough evidence to even continue researching them as a possible suspect. That never stopped Gendry though. Ned Stark was the first person to ever believe in him when he was younger and gave him his first job. That was when Gendry was sixteen and his mother had passed away. He’d been put into foster care since his father had left before he was born and had no other living relatives. Ned was also his letter of recommendation into the academy, and the main reason he had his job today, so it seemed like it was partially his job to help track down his missing wife. That was what he was doing now. Gendry was looking at old surveillance footage from two years ago, he’d made it his mission not to give this up until Catelyn Stark was found dead or alive.

Arya walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed to put her shoes on. Gendry took that as his hint that she was once again ready to leave. He left his tabs open on his laptop and shut it gently, tucking it into the designated pocket of his bag. He did a quick scan of the room and moved to the door, unlocking it and checking outside for anything that looked suspicious. They were one of two cars parked in the lot, so Gendry trusted that the area was safe and walked over to the car. He put his bag in the backseat and reached for the one Arya was holding in her arms. She handed it over hesitantly, her eyes never leaving the small black backpack until Gendry placed it gently on the seat.

“I’m going to go check out. You’re welcome to come, but if you’d rather stay in the car that’s fine. Just make sure the doors and shut and the windows are rolled up.” Arya nodded and moved over to the passenger side of the car. She quietly got inside and put her seatbelt on, resting her head once again against the cold glass of the window. She wondered what it would be like where they were going. She had never been to The South. She was a northern girl through and through, and she had never traveled lower than Riverrun. They had only gone that south to visit her mother’s family one summer. She had remembered it feeling like her blood was boiling there and many people told her the heat there didn’t hold a flame to the heat of places like High Garden or even Kings Landing. Gendry had told her it would be similar to Winterfell, but she wondered if that would hold true when they arrived. She knew that the Stormlands were given that title for a reason, but she couldn’t imagine how a steady rainstorm could compare to the wind-chill of The North. She would find out soon enough. When Gendry returned to the car he was holding two muffins. He held one out to Arya, she took it and started picking off pieces to put in her mouth. Gendry on the other hand just took a large bite out of his. Arya hid her grin behind her hand as she put another chunk in her own mouth. She thought fondly of how Rickon would eat at the dinner table, and how their mother would scold him for his lack of manners.

“Are we going to stay in another hotel tonight, or will we be able to make it to the Stormlands by the end of the day?” Arya asked, turning her head toward Gendry, her eyes settled on the side of his face. He looked over at her and gave a small smile.

“We should get there by nightfall,” He looked down at the clock on the dashboard, “we’ll probably get there in around three and a half hours. If you need to stop for any reason just let me know, I’ll try to find a gas station or something.”

Arya nodded and went to look back out the window. “You’re sure you can’t give me any more information about what’s going on with the rest of my family?”

“I can’t, I’m really sorry. It’s the worst part of the job honestly. I hate not being able to tell the children or clients what’s happening.” He paused for a moment and looked her way again, Arya shifted her gaze to meet his after feeling his eyes on her again. She rose an eyebrow at him and he cleared his throat. “I think it’s time that I tell you what Brianne and the rest of the team decided would be best for our cover. I’m not sure you’ll be comfortable with it or not, so I wanted to run it by you before I tell them it’s acceptable or not. Okay, so they thought it would be best if we pretended that we were dating.”

Arya looked at him wide eyed and unsure. “You all do know that I’m only seventeen, right? How old are you anyway? You can’t be too young if you’re a government agent.”

“Yes, I am aware of how old you are, it wasn’t my first choice of cover either, believe me.” Gendry let out a sigh and combed a hand through his beard. “I’m twenty-five by the way, so it’s not like I’m ancient. Although apparently I look older than I am.”

“You look in your twenties, I’m not saying you look forty! It’s just I know you couldn’t be like twenty-one or twenty-two. Twenty-five makes sense though, but it also means that you’re practically fresh out of the academy. So how did you get a job so quickly?”

“Well, I was for one, one of the best in my field, and two I had a really good letter of recommendation from a respectable man.” Gendry left out the part of that man being her father. Even though she seemed to be holding up well, he couldn’t his saying his name and making her get upset.

“So, you’re saying I could trust you to protect me if I needed protecting?” Gendry nodded his head, “we’ll you’re in luck, I shouldn’t need too much help. My father put all of us through a shooting course when we were younger.”

“Is that so?” Arya sent him a glare at his mocking tone, “how much did it cover?”

“It didn’t go too in depth, but I took an interest in it like my brother Robb and my cousin Jon. So, my dad paid for us to have extra lessons. I mainly know pistol skills, but I picked up on some rifle skills too while I was there. I didn’t use anything like automatic weapons, just the basic stuff, but I was a really good shot.”

“That’s good to know. I for one am not giving you a gun, but if you were ever in danger and I, for some unknown reason wasn’t there, it’s good to know there might be a chance you can defend yourself.” Gendry gave her a nod, and Arya tried not to scoff. She didn’t need his approval she knew what she was capable of, she didn’t need someone else to assess her.

They drove for hours in silence after their conversation. Arya had drifted off once or twice, glaring at Gendry whenever he woke her up. Whether it was a pothole or a profanity he had manages to wake her up both times. After the second time Arya decided that she might as well just stay awake, so she did and minutes later they were pulling up to a small gated community. As they moved through the winding streets Arya’s stomach began to clench. It was all becoming too real. She knew that once she stepped foot inside Gendry’s apartment that her life would change forever.

 

* * *

 

Gendry’s apartment was one of the few in the very back of the community. A small two apartment house made of brown brick and green vinyl siding. The pair walked around to the side of the house and into the side door which opened up to a narrow staircase. Arya shouldered her bag as they walked up the flight of stairs, she was tempted to just turn tail and run away, to survive this on her own. She had no doubt in her mind that Gendry would be able to track her down though, it might possibly be the only thing keeping her here. Arya watched with bated breath as Gendry turned the key. It was like her life was in slow motion and she was left to watch on the sidelines while everything she knew slowly changed. Every noise from the door creaking open to the bang it made when it connected to the wall behind it made Arya’s heart jump in the worst way possible. Her companion finally moved so he was on the other side of the door holding it open for Arya to make her own way inside. Arya must have looked like a deer in the headlights with her eyes as wide as they were, she wondered if Gendry could see the dear evident on her face. She watched his face closely, catching the expressions that passed. She read confusion first, and then compassion. That seemed to be the expression she caught the most on Gendry’s face. She wondered why he went into this field, but she would bet that it had something to do with his overflowing sense of compassion.

“Arya,” she heard Gendry say softly. “You can come inside. It’s going to be okay”

She stood there a moment longer before she felt his hand cover her own gently and guide her inside slowly like she was a timid animal. She looked up into his eyes and was sucked into the pools of blue there, trying to find something in them to calm her down. Eventually she steadied herself, knowing no matter how strong willed she was she wouldn’t always be able to do it again on her own. It was as if all of the emotions she suppressed when her mother went missing were resurfacing, and they were being added to those of her father’s disappearance. She remembered the time when she tried to become no one and attempted to push all her emotions to the back burner, but it was eventually too much on her mind. Every memory she tried to compress just brought back some other traumatic experience she had suppressed before. She couldn’t let herself slip back into that state of mind again. As much as she wanted to tell Gendry where to stick it right now she needed someone more than ever. Yes, she wished the person she could lean on was one of her brothers or even her sister Sansa, but she had to do with what she was dealt.

Arya let out a deep breath and nodded up at Gendry who released her hand and leant over her to shut the door. He backed up and stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at her again, and quietly took in how her slight frame was starting to shake. He haltingly crept towards Arya’s shaking frame and wrapped his arms around her tiny shoulders and brought her against his chest. “I’m so sorry you have to go through this. Your father is a nice man, and I know he would never want any of you to go through this.”

“You knew my father?” Arya looked up at him with puffy eyes, a tear escaping from the corner of her eye.

“He got me my first job after my mother passed away. I got put into foster care because I had no one else. My father left before I was born, so I had no living relatives left to take care of me, but after being in foster care for a few months I couldn’t do it anymore. No one looked out for one another, and it was the most unstable living environment I’d ever been in. Then one day your father showed up out of nowhere as I was leaving school one day. I knew that he knew more about me than he let on, but I took him up on his offer when he propositioned me with a job offer. It was part time, but it paid enough so I could get an apartment of my own instead of having to live in foster care. I worked at his firm doing odd jobs from the time I was sixteen up to the time when I went off to the academy. He helped me get in by writing a letter of recommendation, and then when I graduated everyone saw that I was willing to work hard and that giving me a chance proved to be the right decision. So, I ended up landing my job because of your father and everything he did for me since I was sixteen. I know for a fact that Ned Stark would want nothing, but the best for his children if he wanted what was best for someone he barely knew.” Gendry looked away from Arya and waited for her to move away and when she did he checked her to see if she had calmed down.

“Gendry, I’m fine. Thank you for sharing that with me, it’s what I needed right now.” He nodded and opened his arms wide.

“This is the very humble place I call home. That apartment I told you I got when I was sixteen happens to still be the one I’m living in, and before you ask it’s for my cover. The higher ups, the ones who make all the decisions, thought it would be best if I tried to show some semblance of normal life so if I ever got an assignment we could both fit in. So, day to day I’m a mechanic at a shop a few miles over, but on when I’m needed I am a government agent.”

“You mentioned to me earlier that these higher ups settled on our cover already, and I’m guessing there isn’t really much we can do about that is there?” Gendry shook his head, “so what? You just integrate me into your everyday life? What about high school? I still have to finish it out, it’s my senior year.”

“They sent me the specifics this morning, we can go over them when you get settled in. As for schooling it’s mainly put on halt, what they tell your old school is that you transferred. They get your records and depending on what stage you’re at they determine how much more you have to do. You, you got lucky. They decided that since it was your senior year you were set and didn’t have to do anymore schooling.”

“Every high schooler’s dream.” Arya muttered sarcastically. Gendry heard her and chuckled and grabbed her bag that she had set on the floor. He brought it down a small hallway and into what Arya guessed was the bedroom. With a place this small there could only be one.

“You get the bedroom, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Gendry said when he returned, “I figured tomorrow I can take you shopping to the store we have in town, it has everything you could need. Clothes, bathroom stuff, food, really whatever you need.”

Arya nodded and blushed as her belly growled. The two of them hadn’t eaten anything that day aside from the muffins that morning and it was doing a number on Arya’s stomach. Gendry laughed again, a sound she was getting used to today, and he pulled a cellphone out of his pocket.

“Pizza?” He asked, and Arya nodded her head. She walked over to the couch a said pepperoni as Gendry started to speak to the person on the other end. When he hung up he looked over at her, “I hate to be the barer of bad news, but mainly all we can have is take out. It’s not smart to go out to public places all that often since you’re still supposed to be hiding.”

“I figured as much.” As they waited for the pizza Gendry flipped on the television. He settled on a baseball game between two rival teams from the North. Arya sat there with her eyes glued to the screen, she didn’t move until the doorbell rang. Gendry got up and fetched the pizza, tipping the delivery kid, and hurrying back upstairs. Arya was in the kitchen looking through the cupboards, “where are your plates?”

She found them and set two on the counter next to where Gendry set the pizza box and put a slice on both of their plates. Both of them moved back to the couch and sat down. She had already taken a few bites out of her when Gendry got a phone call. He stood up and went into the kitchen to hear better, but when he came back the color had drained from his face making Arya’s stomach drop and the few bites she took threaten to come back up.

“The Lannisters have your brother.”


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